Thursday, 28 February 2008

Hearts in my shoes

He left hearts in my shoes at Christmas,
Little scraps of paper.
A secret and sweet "I love you"
under my pillow.
He loves me.
And I, willing yet unable to give myself wholly over,
To kiss and stroke him as I would,
I love him in every little way I can reach.

Wednesday, 20 February 2008


In a grey and lonely city where every street's the same
The only way to speak out is to tell the walls your name